Six nightwalkers jumped out of the submarine one after another, all wearing black spiritual suits, with their mouths and noses covered by a black scarf. It was impossible for ordinary people to distinguish their appearance. The only weapon on their waists was a long sword, which was an ancient warrior of the island country.
The samurai swords they most commonly use, the swords are not sharp in the scabbard, but it can be seen from their fast and windy movements that these six people are all ancient warriors. They are not some island warriors who move quickly, but a group of real warriors.
Ancient warriors, they must have an ulterior motive in deliberately concealing their identities.
Wang Tiangang sat alone in the study. There was a phone on the table. The number had been dialed, but he still hesitated whether to call at this time? He was worried after learning that his wife intended to leave Tianyi to live in the city.
I was so happy that I immediately wanted to call my precious apprentice, but he was either called by his father-in-law to play chess or his brother-in-law to compete in martial arts. When I had some free time, I had to play with my little boy. The whole day was filled with all kinds of nonsense.
Now I have some time, but it's a little late.
"The brat must have fallen asleep. Isn't it a good idea to call him now? I'm his master, so he has to answer the phone no matter what time. Isn't that not right? Master doesn't bully people like this...
..." Wang Tiangang asked and answered himself in a low voice. He pressed his finger on the dialing key several times, hesitated and then pulled it back. A master should think about his apprentice, but he couldn't help but want to tell his good apprentice the news.
Let that brat share his joy.
"You brat, I don't care about your pickles and radish. I just have good intentions." Wang Tiangang gritted his teeth and reached out to press the dial button.
The phone rang several times, and suddenly a baby's cry reached his ears, followed by Jun Buyu's sweet voice from the bedroom: "Tiangang, Lin'er peed, where did you put the diaper?"
"Here we come!" Wang Tiangang stretched out his hand and hung up the phone, sliding his feet towards the bedroom. Ancient warriors have the advantage of being quick and easy to use. They are the most suitable to be a nanny, but they don't know that a bloody storm is going on in the hell.
Brewing in the sky.
Jun Mogui has the habit of drinking late at night. He and his son Jun Tianxing are drinking some peanut butter elbows in the small yard at the moment. Both father and son have good drinking capacity. Even if they drink a few kilograms of Laobai, they won't be able to stomach it.
When they are drunk, what they drink is a mood and what they drink is tranquility.
Jun Tianxing poured half a glass of wine for his father, and then poured another half glass for himself. He picked up the blue and white porcelain wine glass with his fingers, took a sip, and whispered: "Father, today my little sister told you that she wants to leave Heavenly Prison and live in the city, right?"
Bar?"
Jun Mogui squinted his eyes, took a sip from his wine glass, and said noncommittally, "What? Do you also want to leave Heavenly Prison?" His words seemed to be wrong, but in fact, he had already told his son the answer he wanted to know.
Jun Tianxing reached out and grabbed a few salt-fried peanuts and threw them into his mouth. He said with a smile: "I won't leave. I'm used to living here. I can't stand the noise in the city. It's okay for my little sister to settle down outside. There will be more in the future.
We can also go for a walk during the time, and we can take care of the children on the island who want to go out to study and do errands."
Jun Mogui took another sip of wine, reached out and grabbed a sheathed long sword from the side of the seat, pressed his finger lightly on the spring, and voila! A silver rainbow popped out two feet from the scabbard, and the bright sword blade was like a
His face was imprinted in it like a narrow mirror. Although it was only part of it, all the wrinkles were clearly visible.
"The sword is still like a mirror, but people have grown old. Alas! I sighed as time has passed. This former paradise is now old. If you want to live outside, I will not stop you." Jun Mogui looked at this sword.
Following his century-old sword, he felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness in his heart. He was really old. Maybe he could live for a long time, but his heart was too old to keep up with the current era.
Jun Tianxing drank the wine in one gulp and said with a faint smile: "Dad, you also know that I don't have any big ambitions. I am satisfied if I can live a peaceful life on the island. What's more, there is my Jun family tiger Ben'erlang here with them.
Working together is also a kind of pursuit!"
Jun Mogui smiled and shook his head and said: "Xing'er, I know you are not reluctant to go to hell, nor are you reluctant to be with your sons, but you are reluctant to be filial." Knowing his son is more like a father, how can he not know that his son is in order to be in the world?
I chose to stay in the Heavenly Prison only after fulfilling my filial piety. In name, the Jun family is a guard, but in fact it is not a kind of imprisonment. It is just that the place for activities is more spacious than the prisoners in the prison.
Jun Tianxing put down his wine glass and smiled nonchalantly and said: "You are right or wrong. What I want to stay here is to kill two birds with one stone. If I were asked to go out to make a living now, I really don't know what to do. If I go to the martial arts
Working at the Soul Base is better than living happily on the island, at least there will be no illness or disaster..."
Whoosh——
A soft sound in the air interrupted the conversation between the father and son. They saw a dark spherical object thrown from outside the courtyard wall. The force was not strong, but the location was extremely accurate. It drew an arc in the sky and fell towards
A small low table in the courtyard.
The spherical object was still in the air. Jun Tianxing reached out and pressed the edge of the table. He jumped into the air and caught the object in his hand. Before his feet landed, he suddenly exclaimed: "No, the enemy is attacking!"
"
Before he finished speaking, he saw the sound of whizzing through the air outside the courtyard wall, and then he saw spherical objects breaking through the air. These objects exuded a strong smell of blood, and they were all human heads. Jun Tianxing was there
He had already made out the appearance of the human head in mid-air. It was none other than the Jun family tiger guarding outside the courtyard. He immediately shouted a warning with a shudder in his heart. He had an ominous premonition in his heart that the enemy coming this time was not simple.
Choking! Jun Mogui unsheathed the long sword in his hand, jumped up, rushed up diagonally, and threw it straight out of the courtyard wall. Jun Tianxing, who had just landed, put down the human head in his hand and pulled out a handful from his waist with his backhand.
The short knife on the back was quickly rubbed twice with both hands. There was a click sound and the single knife instantly turned into two mandarin duck knives. With a fierce kick of both feet, the knife swept out of the courtyard wall.
At this time, Jun Mogui, who rushed out of the yard first, was already facing a night traveler holding a Japanese sword. The swords collided with each other and sparks flew. The fight was in full swing for a while. Jun Tianxing was in mid-air, and his eyes had already seen his father.
In a fierce fight with the night traveler, he kicked his legs alternately and floated forward several meters out of thin air. He held up the two swords and struck down on the night traveler's head like a mountain bearing down on him.
The night traveler is not a mediocre person. When he heard the sound of wind above his head, he swiped the Japanese sword in his hand horizontally. Jun Mogui was shocked and took a few steps back. He turned his wrist and pointed the long sword upwards and stabbed it with his hand. The tip of the sword made a sound as it rubbed against the air.
With a sneer, both the speed and strength reached a frightening level. The sword rushed upward, like a line of bright white flames rushing into the air. This sword move was learned from the palm technique, which is called Lifting Fire to Burn the Sky.